Chapter Eight - Freya, not again

Freya Rose

Mason had carried me back to bed, then to my surprise, he stripped down and got into the bed with me. I didn't know what to expect, but he was a gentleman and just held me for the rest of the night. I hated to admit it, but it was exactly what I'd needed. I cried for a lot of the night, while talking over and over about what had happened with Tristan over the past few weeks.

Mason just laid there listening to me talk, and he let me get it all off of my chest. I was expecting him to bitch about Tristan and tell me I'd be better off with him, but he didn't. He just comforted me, and it felt so comfortable opening up to him. Although, I had left out the part about Tristan forcing himself on me. I knew that Mason wouldn't have even tried to understand that part. So, it wasn't even worth it, and I was too exhausted to argue about it. I finally fell asleep in his arms with him gently stroking my hair. I had a goo